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Looking back on the regrets(though never spoken) with second takes
Standing alone with a crowd surrounding him with tears and smiles
30 years old, still making childish mistakes
This was a journey he pondered never walked before, still many miles
His hands been outstretched for a long, long while
All thats left is waiting, wondering when his will break
Now he's all alone, still trying to figure out what it takes
Thought there'd come a time when happiness would enter his life
Still each day his head buries between his hands so full of strife
Looking between his fingers , the only thing he sees is a knife
What people hear now is a death march played by fife.
When you walked into his life, he couldn't see it
Between longing for your heart, his stopped beating to its own rhythm
The schism that unfolds horror to him, maybe, who knows
No one asked him, those that did-didn't care enough, even though
Tough he remained, his will and spirits feeling the strain
Derranged towards the end-send a dozen roses to the names listed
He's alone, figured out what it takes
Finally found the happiness enter his life
He moved away, it took all the pain away
Loathsome no more, no more fucking strife..
Looking in the mirror, the only image-The blood and the knife
He could not bare the stress anymore, No more, Endless night...
I couldn't tell you why he did it
I never knew him well
I'm sorry to see another life go-Another star dies in the sky and with
every word I cry, written, are the cries of a man conflicted
Bitten, cursed and this verse-this entire burst is from the heart....
Bring down the veil...this is my life in part.
